I’m a sucker for vampire stories, TV shows, movies and books. I have probably watched everything pertaining to vampires.
From movies like Dracula, Twilight, Queen of the Damned, Interview with a vampire, to TV-shows like True Blood, The Vampire Diaries and The Originals, just to name a few, have all kept my vampire obsession satiated. What am I going to do, besides reading the never-ending intriguing book A Shade of Vampire, now that all the TV-shows I’ve just listed are gone?
The one series that really resonated with me is The Originals; let me get you acquainted if you’ve been living under a rock. The story revolves around the Mikaelson vampire family Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah, they were turned into vampires by their witch mother to protect them from their father and so the first vampires were born, hence the name The Originals.
This family represents the true meaning of the word family, yes they fight, they argue and they run away from each other but when the time comes they can always count on each other to stand together as a unit.
In the season finale episode, in order to save their supernatural niece from an evil that they couldn’t kill, they all agreed to absorb the evil and separate from each other for eternity. This was a death sentence because no matter how many years or centuries go by, they always need to see each other or else they’ll go completely mad. Even though they don’t always get along, the eternal need to be around family was always a great pull and that particular reason made me think about my family.
When I was a child, I always thought that I was born into the wrong family, I honestly don’t know why my 7-year-old self would think that but I think it was a premonition to prepare me for the future.
Not every family is worth sticking around especially when all they do is chastise you.
The majority of my family doesn’t exist to me anymore because over the years their true colors have revealed itself to me. I’d rather be alone than stick around hateful, toxic energy that plays on my emotional state.
Sharing the same blood and DNA with another human being doesn’t mean that they automatically want the best for you, sometimes they are indeed your worst enemy and once this betrayal is perceived, it might take years to accept the fact that the people who are supposed to be the closest to you are the ones plotting to destroy you.
I can count on one hand the number of family members who would be there for me no matter what. This is sad because I come from a huge family; both my parents have a lot of brothers and sisters and about a million other relatives.
The betrayal and the gossip and everything that comes with this tragic family is too much to bear so instead of stressing myself out to impress those who will always view me as a threat, I just eliminate myself from their lives.
I wish I had a family like The Originals but that wish will always just be only a wish.
Because of this unfortunate situation, I value my friendship with people more, if I occasionally check up on you, it’s because you have helped me through a self-destructive period in my life, knowingly or otherwise.
All the friends that I’ve let go of have taught me valuable lessons, some people are only supposed to be in your life for a short time, it’s okay for friendships to end. Everything is a lesson if we pay close enough attention.
Cherish the people who want to be in your life and forget about the ones who want to watch you burn.
These are the things I have to remind myself about every time I find it difficult to let go of a situation. Family doesn’t mean everything to everyone but when you find friends who are better than family, keep them close.